Convinced that a neighbor spoke to others about her having sex with a cat, an Oklahoma woman allegedly threatened the man with a knife, saying, “Do you wanna die?”

Reminds me of an incident from my small-town youth when a cop was called at night to deal with what a poultry owner feared was a chook-thief. The walloper reported that he caught a local nutter in the hen house having fowl sex while another chook squawked blue murder from the chicken coop rafters. “Don’t you laugh, you bastard,” the assailant was heard to threaten. “You’re next!”

This removes any doubt that far too many TV “journalists” – and their bosses – are airheads:

After saying “KTVU has just learned the names of the four pilots who were on board,” anchorwoman Tori Campbell read the names from a teleprompter. A graphic displayed the hoax names: “Captain Sum Ting Wong, Wi Tu Lo, Ho Lee Fuk and Bang Dong Ow.”

HALF-NAKED animal rights activists stormed Jean Paul Gaultier’s fashion show in protest over his use of fur.
Campaigners from the Animalisti Italiani demonstrated outside the showcase in Rome in opposition of the use of animal skin in his latest collection.

So those who made their living from alarm, and by then there were lots, switched tactics and began to jump on any unusual weather event, whether it was a storm, a drought, a blizzard or a flood, and blame it on man-made carbon dioxide emissions. This proved a rewarding tactic, because people – egged on by journalists – have an inexhaustible appetite for believing in the vindictiveness of the weather gods. The fossil fuel industry was inserted in the place of Zeus as the scapegoat of choice. (Scientists are the priests.)

If Krudd can be taken at his word – and that’s a stretch – we could have him around for a while yet. This is part of what he told Leigh Sales last night:

As we get close to the election at the end of the year, the bottom line is pretty transparent to us all.

Given that they’ve been speculating all week on when he’d go to the polls, I’m surprised the mainstream media didn’t swoop on it like spring magpies.
And how come no one gotchered his new “fair shake of the sauce bottle”?
He told Sales he didn’t want Labor’s achievements(??!!!) “to go down the gurgle”
Gillard’s faux Aussie worker’s accent is almost plausible compared with Rudd’s patronising utterances; “bunches of” and “folks” indeed.

Can’t remember the last time McDonald’s inflected their dreadful offerings on me. I recall it was their attempt at a beef burger with salad. It tasted like greasy carpet on lawn clippings. But that was obviously just my judgement and the place was packed with eager Maccas scoffers. As an old-schooler in the area of tolerance, my feeling was “to each his own”.
So to the hillbilly snobs of Tecoma, instead of trying to stifle free enterprise, why not embrace your collectivist inclinations and establish a co-operative take-away specialising in mung bean and tofu wholemeal burgers? I’m sure it would be a raging success.